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Publié par | script-cinema |
Nombre de lectures | 6 |
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En savoir + Paternité, pas d'utilisation commerciale, partage des conditions initiales à l'identique
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Langue | English |
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Screenplay by
Cameron Crowe
FADE IN:
EXT. RIDGEMONT CENTER MALL - NIGHT
From the outside parking lot it looks like an enormous beached whale. It is the prime hangout for all the teenagers in the area. Kids mill around the parking lot or stand by the mall entrance.
INT. RIDGEMONT CENTER MALL
There are three levels of stores underneath a massive fluorescent roof. Different music comes from each store. It looks seventies-modern, but already used and run-down. Groups of kids cruise the mall, eyeing each other and acting cool.
INT. SWENSON'S ICE-CREAM PARLOR - NIGHT
The teenage waitresses in their peppermint pattie uniforms are rushing around, trying to keep up with their orders.
A good-looking man in his mid-twenties enters and sits. He wears a plastic name tag that says: "Pacific Stereo Audio Consultant, RON JOHNSON."
Two Swenson's Waitresses pass by with supreme indifference, and take their orders into the back kitchen.
INT. SWENSON'S BACK KITCHEN
WAITRESS #1 I think he looks like Richard Gere.
The two Waitresses discuss the issue at hand. One of them, Linda Barrett, is the seventeen year old, retired sex queen of Ridgemont High.
WAITRESS #1 I think he looks like... Richard Gere. (Bruce Springsteen)
Did you see his cute little butt?
A third waitress enters.
WAITRESS #2 Let's talk about C-19.
WAITRESS #1 AND LINDA We were!
WAITRESS #2 I think I'll drop over and change the shakers.
No, be cool, that's Stacy's section.
Through the entrance, we see Stacy Hamilton. She is the fifteen-year-old trainee, sweet-looking with just the last traces of baby fat. She puts down a glass of water for Ron, spills some and mops it up.
WAITRESS #1 He's too old for Stacy, she hasn't even started high school yet.
A flustered Stacy enters the back kitchen.
How's it going.
Do you think that guy's cute?
WAITRESS #1 In a blow-dryed kind of way.
Does anyone else want to take his table?
Don't you like him?
Yeah, but I fucked up. You can take it. Really.
Come on, Stacy, it's your section and your man.
What should I do?
Just take his order, look him in the eye and if he says anything remotely funny, laugh a lot.
She fluffs up Stacy's hair and gently shoves her towards the door. Stacy reluctantly exits.
INT. SWENSON'S DINING ROOM
Stacy goes to Ron's table.
So you working hard or hardly working?
Stacy thinks it over, decides it's a joke and laughs (a little too late). Ron looks at her soulfully.
You look like you could still be in high school.
I know, everyone says that.
He stares at her and she stares back uncomfortably.
What can I get for you tonight.
How about your phone number?
Stacy smiles nervously.
INT. RIDGEMONT MALL - OUTSIDE SWENSON'S - NIGHT
A teenage boy stands in front of an in-mall theatre across from Swenson's. He wears a stiff over-sized tuxedo suit. He is Mark "The Rat" Ratner, a ticket taker on the job.
Mike Damone, a transplanted Easterner, bops over from the record store, eyeing every girl he passes.He stops at the movie theatre.
Do you ever look at those girls who work at Swenson's? They're beautiful. And I have to stand out here and watch them six nights a week.
You should work for yourself.
Two Junior High Kids spot Damone, walk up to him.
What can I do for you, gentlemen?
JUNIOR HIGH KID #1 You the guy with the Van Halen tickets?
I could be.
JUNIOR HIGH KID #2 What do you want for something in the first ten rows?
Twenty bucks apiece.
JUNIOR HIGH KID #1 Those tickets were only twelve fifty!
So don't buy 'em.
JUNIOR HIGH KID #2 (to friend) All the other scalpers are sold out, Arnold.
Damone reacts indignantly.
Scalper? You call me a scalper? I perform a service, my friends. The service costs money. Now do you want the tickets or not?
The Kids look at each other.
JUNIOR HIGH KID #1 Are you sure you can't go any lower.
These are my special back-to-school prices.
JUNIOR HIGH KID #2 We'll take 'em.
Damone reaches inside his pants pocket for a wad of tickets.
EXT. CARL'S JR. - NIGHT
At the other end of the mall is a neon-lit Carl's Jr. Hamburger Restaurant. If Swenson's was the warm up, this is the main attraction of the Ridgemont Mall.
INT. CARL'S JR.
Back-to-school banners hang from the walls. Many kids are lined up at the counters. In the middle of the kitchen, directing all the orders, is a seventeen year old named Brad. He moves confidently, observing the fryer, checking cup supply, and giving an affectionate squeeze to a pretty cashier named Lisa. She lets him kiss her, but only once.
A teenage Customer shouts to Brad from the front counter.
Hey Brad! I waited till you came on! I wanted your fries.
Brad smiles, walks over to the fryer and discards the fries left from the previous shift. He shouts to the other employees as he puts in a new batch, "his" batch.
We need fifteen Superstars, David!
FELLOW EMPLOYEE #1 Okay, Brad!
I'll take care of the fry orders! Just get me the Superstars!
FELLOW EMPLOYEE #2 Fish sandwiches!
Brad spots three surfers sitting in the dining area. None of them are wearing shirts.
Hey you guys! You had shirts on when you came in here.
ANGLE ON THE MAIN SURFER
a bleary kid sitting at the head of the table. He runs a hand through his long, stringy blond hair. After a time, he speaks.
Something happened to them, mon.
Come on, Spicoli. Why don't you just put your shirts back on? See the sign?
ANGLE ON HANDWRITTEN SIGN IN WINDOW
that reads: "No Shirts, No Shoes, No Dice"
INT. CARL'S JR.
A store manager, Dennis Taylor, bustles up to Brad.
Any problems?
No, just a couple of surfers with no shirts on. I took care of it, Dennis.
ANGLE ON SURFERS
grumbling, putting shirts back on. It pains them.
Dennis heads back to his office when he sees something in the trash bin.
Did you throw away those fries, Hamilton?
They were left over from the last shift.
Those were perfectly good fries, Hamilton. (glares at Brad) Perfectly good.
But they weren't mine.
Brad laughs, goes back to work.
INT. MALL - LATE NIGHT
It is closed and only a few janitors remain. Stacy and Linda walk through the large empty mall.
He gave me his card. (lovingly) 'Ron Johnson, Audio Consultant.'
(amused)
Should we buy a frame for that?
Come on, Linda, I haven't had a boyfriend all summer. You promised when I started working at the mall that my life would change... Do you think he'll call this week?
Listen, Stace, you want to know about guys? I'll tell you. They're mostly chicken. Before I met Doug I chased after every guy I thought was cute. I thought if I gave out a vibe they'd get the message and call me up. Well, guess what? They don't call.
So what did you do?
I called them. If I was sitting next to a guy and I wanted to sit closer, I'd sit closer. If I wanted to kiss him, I'd just do it. You want Ron Johnson? Grab him.
I can't do that.
They pass a janitor cleaning graffiti that says: LINCOLN SURF NAZIS and MAGGOT LUST FOR THE DUST.
Face it. With some guys you have to make the first move. A lot of guys are just... wussies.
Really?
Stacy, what are you waiting for? You're fifteen. I did it when I was thirteen. It's no huge thing. It's just sex. If you don't, one of the other girls will.
(cute)
He was hot, wasn't he?
If I didn't have a fiancé in Chicago, I'd go for it.
A young Girl runs and catches up with Linda and Stacy.
(breathless)
Are you Linda Barrett?
Yes.
I'm Carrie Frazier from Toys 'R Us. Judy Hinton from May Company told me I could ask you something.
Linda nods.
I have this situation with my boyfriend, and I wanted to... (looks at Stacy, then whispers in Linda's ear)
Linda listens thoughtfully, then clicks into her "sex expert" mode.
Okay, are you over sixteen?
The Girl nods.
All right, what you want to do is go to the Free Clinic and tell the doctor that you have sex regularly -- several times a week -- and that you need Nornel One Plus Fifty's.
And they don't call my parents?
Not if you're over sixteen.
Okay. Thanks a lot, Linda.
And don't let them talk you into a diaphragm either.
The Girl thanks Linda again. Linda and Stacy get to the back exit of the mall and Linda uses a key to open the door.
I can't believe I start high school tomorrow.
Believe it.
They exit the mall, into the night.
EXT. RIDGEMONT SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
We see all the elements of the first day of school. The students carry new books, explore new lockers, begin to stake out their ground.
Someone has taken the steel letters from the green vanguard out front. It reads: "IDG MON SENOR HI HO."
The rest of Ridgemont High is covered with toilet paper. And a black spray paint message along the side of the front office building reads, "LINCOLN SURF NAZIS."
EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT - DAY
Brad pulls into the Ridgemont High parking lot. He drives a beat-up, four-door model LTD sedan. Three friends wait for him near his parking space.
They are dressed in the same golf caps with brand logos on the front like CAT, NATIONAL and CHAINSAW.
BUDDY #1 Hamilton!
BUDDY #2 The cruising vessel! Hey -- Yooooo!
Brad climbs out of his car and pats it admiringly.
Six more payments, gentlemen.
Brad joins his friends, and they walk towards the gymnasium.
EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT
We see a shiny, new, blue Mustang whip into the parking lot. Students scatter from the parking space. Behind the wheel is football star Charles Jefferson. A huge, black kid. The halls at Ridgemont part for Charles Jefferson.
Rat and Damone are in the parking lot. Damone surrounded by underclassmen (customers) selling tickets.
See that Mustang? U.C.L.A. gave Charles Jefferson that car when he was a sophomore.
The underclassmen are impressed. They watch as Jefferson opens his car door and stands to his full height, over six- foot tall. He opens his trunk and pulls out no books, just a football duffel bag. He slowly walks by Damone, Rat and the underclassmen.
How ya doing! That car looks great, Charles!
Jefferson gives Damone a death glare.
Don't... fuck... with... it.
He moves on. Damone resumes selling tickets.
Shit, that's my man.
EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT
We see a clutching, smooching couple walk by. Cheerleader Cindy Carr and her boyfriend, Gregg Adams.
EXT. RIDGEMONT PARKING LOT - DAY
The Four Stoners (from Carl's Jr.) tumble out of a van in the parking lot. They head towards the gymnasium.
INT. RIDGEMONT GYMNASIUM - DAY
Standing by the A-B-C-D-E registration counter in the gymnasium, Brad waits to pick up his red ad card. He stands surrounded by his buddies. They nod vigorously at everything Brad says. As he talks, fellow students all say hello or pat him as they pass.
One troubled-looking boy, Arnold, walks up to Brad.
Brad, can I talk to you a minute?
Arnold. What's happening?
Arnold speaks confidentially to Brad.
Brad, I really fuckin' hate McDonald's, man. Ever since they started in with the chicken, everything went downhill.
You want to work at Carl's?
Oh, man, if you could swing something there, I'd do anything for you. I want to work with you guys.